At about 9 o'clock that night, Dong Chuan got off a bus with his pocket in his pocket. After walking a few steps, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one. Then he put his hands in his pocket again and walked forward humming a tune.
This is a very wide but quiet road, with newly planted sycamore trees on both sides of the road.
Dong Chuan was walking alone on the sidewalk, feeling very comfortable. From time to time he looked up at the stars in the night sky, and from time to time he jumped forward and ran a dozen steps forward. Occasionally he touched the guardrail on the roadside.
His steps are brisk.
Just keep walking like this, until you reach an intersection in front of you, turn into an alley, there are dim street lights on both sides of the alley, and the ground is relatively clean.
The lights at the door of a small building ahead are much brighter, and there are a few big characters on the door - Ocean Hotel Staff Quarters.
Dong Chuan subconsciously quickened his pace, and when he was about to reach the door of the dormitory, a young girl's voice suddenly came from the side: "Dabao!!"
Dong Chuan paused in his steps, turned around and looked around, and saw at a glance his female partner Han Xiaoya running over under the shade of a tree next to her. She was wearing a pink sweater tonight, probably because it was a bit cold at night, and the hood of the sweater was also
It was probably for this reason that she put it on her head. Dong Chuan had just glanced at her, but he didn't recognize her.
"Xiaoya? Are you waiting for me here?"
Dong Chuan was surprised.
Han Xiaoya stepped forward, first looked up at his face, then blinked and asked tentatively: "How was it? What was the result of your discussion with Sun Quan? How much salary did he offer you? Did you agree to him?"
Dong Chuan frowned, "Xiaoya, he won't treat me badly. What salary are you asking about? Well, I promised him! I will resign tomorrow. I will go to him after completing the resignation procedures as soon as possible!"
Han Xiaoya frowned, "Are you stupid? Your brother is still settling the accounts. By the way, how much salary did he pay you?"
Dong Chuan stepped forward and held her hand, smiled and said, "I didn't ask, and he probably forgot to tell me, don't worry! He won't treat me badly!"
After hearing this, Han Xiaoya raised her foot and stamped on the toe of his left foot, angrily: "You idiot! You're so mad at me!"
Dong Chuan screamed and immediately let go of her hand and jumped on the spot, while Han Xiaoya took a few breaths angrily. Seeing that his face was red with pain, she exhaled and rolled her eyes up, "Okay, okay.
La! Stop pretending! Then remember to ask him about your salary later! You idiot, you changed jobs without even discussing your salary..."
After hearing this, Dong Chuan finally stopped hopping, stepped forward to hug her, and whispered in her ear: "Xiaoya, don't be angry, you don't understand my relationship with Bi Yan'er, we are brothers! It's cold, he
I don’t have thick clothes to wear. I can lend him the new down jacket that my mother just made for me. I can go to the Internet cafe to write novels at night. If I fall in love with you, and I have no money to eat at the end of the month, he can also go to the cafeteria to help me every day.
I’ll also take a job. Our men’s feelings are different from those of you women. If you don’t believe it, just wait and see! Let’s see how much he will pay me when I finish my first month’s work!”
"real?"
Han Xiaoya was doubtful, but there was no anger in her tone.
"Really!" Dong Chuan showed a naive smile and nodded slightly.
…
Su City, Jiangsu Province.
In a hotel pastry room, a thin girl in white clothes and a white hat came in from the door with a mobile phone in her hand.
Several colleagues in the pastry room glanced at her and then looked away. Those who were making buns were making buns, and those who were cooking noodles were still cooking noodles.
The skinny girl quietly stuffed her cell phone into the pocket of her jeans. With a harmless smile on her face, she quietly came to the chopping board and made buns with several colleagues.
Her technique is skillful, the folds of the buns are very even and beautiful, and the speed is not slow.
"My boyfriend's phone number?"
The man standing opposite her raised his head slightly, looked at her, smiled and asked.
This man is probably in his early thirties and is the supervisor of this noodle shop. He is in charge of everyone in this noodle shop.
His question immediately attracted the attention of several other people.
The skinny girl who just came in from the door was looked at by so many people, her face turned a little red, and she quickly shook her head in denial, "No! It was my college monitor who called me."
"President of the university?"
The supervisor chuckled lightly, lowered his head and continued to make the buns without asking any more questions.
But he stopped talking, and the skinny girl was still chatting with him, "Supervisor, I, I want to resign!"
Well, this way of striking up a conversation is a bit unique.
The supervisor stopped squeezing the buns with his fingers, and several others looked at the thin girl again in surprise.
The manager looked up at the girl again, frowning a little, "Rona, are you kidding me? This is a five-star hotel! It's impossible for most people to come in. Aren't you happy working here? Or do you think you are here?
Do we have a future here?"
The skinny girl, that is, Lorna, her cheeks were already very red at this time, but she still insisted: "Supervisor! I really want to resign, not for other reasons, but for my own reasons. I, my boyfriend opened his own store
, he needs me to help him!"
The supervisor was a little surprised, but his brows furrowed even more.
Several other colleagues also had different expressions.
A woman in her forties asked curiously: "Nana, didn't you say you didn't have a boyfriend before? Why do you have one again now?"
Rona blushed and explained in a low voice, "I lied to you before."
Woman: "..."
A man in his twenties suddenly sighed, "It's over. We finally managed to get a beautiful woman in the pastry room, but she's gone again!"
The speechless woman's unkind gaze immediately shot over.
Another woman in her thirties also raised her hand and smashed a small piece of dough over.
…
The next day.
Sun Quan received a call from Kuang Longfei.
"Ah Quan, Luo Na has already agreed. She said that she submitted her resignation to their supervisor last night and will come back to help us after completing the resignation procedures!"
"Oh? That's a good thing! Well, by the way, did she put forward any conditions?"
"No! I mentioned the conditions you offered her, and she agreed after a little hesitation without mentioning any other conditions."
"Oh, okay! Then wait for him to come back!"
"Uh, Ah Quan, then...have you thought about contacting Chen Yufeng? Do you want me to contact him?"
"Well, no need! I have already contacted Dong Chuan, he is in our city, and he has agreed. As for Chen Yufeng... we will talk about it later! He is good at cooking and is now working in a big hotel in a southern city. He has a bright future.
Let’s not disturb him for now.”
"..."
On the phone, Kuang Longfei was silent for a moment and then said: "Okay, ok! Dong Chuan can do it too, his skills are also good!"
…
When the call ended, Sun Quan was a little surprised.
——Lona actually agreed so happily?
He remembered that this girl had her own way of doing things. He didn't have much friendship with her, and Kuang Longfei didn't seem to have much friendship with her either. Why did she agree so readily?
In his impression, she seemed to have gone to a five-star hotel to make pastries after graduation, so the opportunity should be said to be very good.
I can't figure it out, but Sun Quan thinks it's not important, as long as he makes sure she agrees.
Putting this incident behind him, he continued to code.
By the way, in recent days, with the decrease in the amount of words he writes every day, the number of words updated every day in "My Decathlon" has also dropped a bit, from the original 12,000 words a day to the current 6,000 words a day.
, occasionally only publish three chapters totaling 9,000 words.
The slowdown in the update speed of this book has also directly affected the ranking of this book in the monthly ticket list. It has now fallen to 19th in the total monthly ticket list. Looking at this trend, it should continue to decline.
Fortunately, this month is almost over, so the ranking of this book will not drop too far this month, but it will be hard to say next month.
So recently when he is coding during the day, he is trying to code faster and try to code more manuscripts.
But his plan remained unchanged, and he continued to write the outline of a new book every night.
Time passes.
Sure enough, when March came to an end, "My Decathlon" was ranked 24th on the monthly ticket list.
It also ranked third on the urban monthly ticket list.
There must be people talking about this in the online literary circle. Sun Quan himself saw someone talking about his updates and monthly votes in an author group.
What it roughly says is... He continued to post updates for several months, and finally withered away. His successors were weak and he couldn't post anymore.
Others said that he must have earned enough money, he must have picked up a girl, and had sex every night. From then on, the king no longer went to court in the morning.
Wait, Sun Quan found that there were quite a few people talking about him in that group.
But he just looked and didn't speak.
Mouths are on other people's faces and hands are on other people's wrists. Who can stop those people from talking about what they want to say?
Besides, after being talked about a few times, he has a lot of meat, and they are indeed right, he has indeed made money, and he has indeed picked up girls, so... what is there to argue with those singles?
Woolen cloth?
Ah Q’s spirit is so useful sometimes.
Not only the author group, but also his book fan group - Huaguo Mountain, people have been asking him recently why the updates have slowed down?
His explanation was: It’s almost over, so I’ll write it slowly to give everyone a better ending.
So these books became superstitious and let him go for the time being.
…
April 1st, April Fool's Day, is also the day when Qidian Author Backstage announces the amount of last month's royalties for each author.
The March manuscript fee figure that Sun Quan found that morning seemed like an April Fool's Day joke played on him by Qidian - 46,639 yuan.
Sun Quan frowned at that time, thinking this was unscientific.
In order to make sure that his memory was correct, he specifically checked the amount of his royalties for February - 49,984.5 yuan.
His royalties in March were only about 3,000 yuan less than in February?
Is this scientific?
My updates were so slow in the second half of March, but my royalties were only so much less?
He frowned and thought for a long time, unable to figure out how this was possible, so he carefully checked the details of his royalties.
It didn't take long for him to find out the reason.
The subscription fee is indeed more than 8,000 less.
But the income from tips was five thousand more.
He blinked in confusion and clicked on the page of "My Decathlon", and sure enough he found that the name at the top of the fan list had been changed - Six-eared Macaque.
The name currently occupying the top of the list of fans of his book is actually a person named "Six-eared Macaque".